Threadbare Hymn

[Verse 1]
The stage lights fray the smoke, a silver thread unseen.
In a sea of woven shoulders, my own frayed edges keen.
A silent, common language in the static and the hum,
Just for this fleeting moment, we know where we're from.

[Chorus]
Oh, this tangled cloth of bodies, catching every fall.
A silent prayer in the noise, answering a distant call.
Here in the roar, our spirits blend, a temporary grace,
A threadbare hymn for lost souls, finding their sacred place.

[Verse 2]
Beneath the soaring echoes, a pattern starts to mend.
Each stranger's grip, a sudden knot, where broken spirits blend.
No need for practiced posture, no words we have to weigh,
Just the shared beat of a pulse, chasing shadows away.

[Chorus]
Oh, this tangled cloth of bodies, catching every fall.
A silent prayer in the noise, answering a distant call.
Here in the roar, our spirits blend, a temporary grace,
A threadbare hymn for lost souls, finding their sacred place.

[Bridge]
The ancient olive groves remember whispers on the breeze,
But here, a different solace blooms, a fervent, fleeting peace.
This fragile tapestry of night, unraveling with the dawn,
A quiet strength we’ve gathered, before the fabric's gone.

[Outro]
Woven close, then frayed apart, until the next great sound.
Our fleeting patterns leave their mark on hallowed ground.